Outside, the night is coming to an end. The bright morning star is about to break the shackles of darkness.
In the experimental workshop, Angel and Bember experienced failure again.
At this time, the flames were already like candles in the wind.
Fortunately, Ben Bo noticed it in time and replenished it with polymer energy, making it glow with new flames again.
But even if the flames are rekindled, the erratic feeling given by the flames has not disappeared.
Obviously, after this day and night of all-out refining, even You Yan was in a trance.
Not only the Youyan, but also the brilliance emitted by the Olha steel on the experimental platform has also shrunk to its limit, leaving only a thin layer of light.
No matter how excellent Orha Steel is, after being enchanted and recast a dozen or twenty times, its potential is almost exhausted.
"We can't continue to struggle like this." Uncle Ben sighed: "Let's do this, it's the last time today. If it doesn't succeed, we'll try it another day."
Angel nodded.
He looked calm on the outside, but actually felt a little tired on the inside.
Moreover, it would be early morning, and the Hidden Waters would be reconnected to the Companion Star Lake. He would also need to make some arrangements then.
"I have chosen the auxiliary materials every time before. Since I have decided on the last time, I will leave the selection to you this time." When Benbo said this, he joked: "Can you give me the help under the threat of the Doom Puppet?"
All races in the Mirror Territory have found a way out. Maybe you can also bring about miracles in this selection."
Angel: "The two are not analogous. Moreover, I am not creating miracles, I am just following the trend."
Having said that, Angel still started to select the last selection of auxiliary materials under Ben Bo's instigation.
Naples brought a lot of auxiliary materials, and they were all placed in a transparent grid on the side of the experimental bench.
Dozens of transparent grids are stacked together, and each grid contains an auxiliary material.
These transparent grids were created by Angel using illusion magic while he was sitting and waiting. The auxiliary materials were also sorted by Angel and placed in the grids.
Therefore, Angel is very familiar with these auxiliary materials.
He walked around the wall cabinets made of stacked transparent grids. Finally, with a flick of his hand, an inconspicuous transparent grid was summoned by him out of thin air.
"That's it."
Seeing that Angel had made his decision, Benbo also looked curiously, wanting to see which auxiliary material Angel would choose.
All I saw was a dusty rag placed in the transparent grid.
Blue lines can be faintly seen on the rags. These lines are not energy lines, but patterns painted with paint.
"This seems to be the face curtain of the Ersi tribe?" Uncle Ben opened the transparent grid and took out the rag.
Two porcelain white hands unfolded the rag, and what appeared in front of their eyes was a square cloth with a pattern of a turbid mountain spring and two faint blood stains on it.
Sure enough, it is the face curtain of the Ersi tribe, which is also the face covering cloth.
According to the rules of the Ersi tribe, their name is determined by the pattern on the face curtain. This face curtain depicts a muddy mountain spring, so the owner of this face curtain is most likely called "Muddy Spring".
Qingquan? Uncle Ben thought of how when he came to Naples, he once said, "When I was looking for relics at Qingquan's house, I was punched by Duanque, Qingquan's younger brother, in order to make a fool of myself."
If nothing unexpected happens, this mask is a relic of Qingquan that was obtained in exchange for a punch.
"I remember that Hunquan was once a hero of the Ersi tribe, but it seemed to have fallen into depravity later on, so he was sentenced to death by the Ersi tribe's court."
While looking at the veil in his hand, Uncle Ben said: "However, for the non-Ersi tribe, Hunquan is not considered a degenerate, it is just a friend of the Rongshi tribe."
"Although the Ersi tribe and the Rongshi tribe are in a hostile relationship, they actually cooperate a lot. When they cooperate, it is not difficult to understand that they make friends."
"Just because a friend of a hostile force sentenced a hero of the clan to death, there must be some unknown story..."
Because it is said that Hunquan shed tears of blood before he was executed.
The two blood stains on the face curtain are evidence of blood and tears.
He could cry blood and tears, and his emotions must have reached the extreme. It was precisely because of this news that Naples went out to find this veil.
"It seems that there may have been a frame-up in Qingquan's death, which also caused him to be extremely wronged when he died... Then it is very possible that emotional memories remain in the relics." Ben Bo looked at Angel: "You should be the same.
Do you think that’s why you chose this curtain?”
Angel was silent for a moment and nodded: "...Yes."
This is definitely not the case.
Angel didn't understand the story of Muddy Spring at all.
The reason why he chose Hunquan's face curtain was simply because it was a piece of cloth, which would melt faster than other auxiliary materials.
This also allows him to "get off work" earlier.
However, these words cannot be said to this uncle. The question is: there is something fishy about the death of Qingquan.
…
Qingquan's veil was handed over to Youyan.
You Yan also seems to know that this is the last smelting today, and the efficiency is much faster than before.
In addition, the veil is still "cloth" after all. It didn't last long before it turned into threads emitting fire. These threads weaved a chip slot on the "messy" Olha steel shell that was melted.
The whole time took less than three minutes.
Bember and Angel came to the experimental table again.
"It's pretty fast this time..." Ben Bo muttered, then turned to look at Angel: "Shall we start?"
Angel nodded and enchanted the chip slot very skillfully.
The enchantment is over and you temporarily return to the outside living room.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, the smelting on Youyan's side ended again. As usual, Angel needed to go over and check the results of the enchantment.
Every time I came to this step before, it was recast directly without any accidents.
This time, no matter whether there is an accident or not, there is no need to recast it. After all, it is the last time.
"This time, if it doesn't work, I'll just shape it into something." Ben Bo thought for a while and said, "How about molding it into the shape of my eyes, and then I'll give Pu Fan a souvenir."
"Pu Fan?" Angel asked curiously as he followed Benbo to the experimental table.
"The other body of the real body has a bit of a bad relationship with me." Ben Bo Jie Jie said with a strange smile.
Angel: "..."
The relationship doesn't work, so just give it a big eyeball?
Is this to make it disgusting? If it is disgusting, doesn’t that mean you are admitting that you are disgusting?
Angel wanted to complain, but in the end he remained silent.
When it comes to shaping your eyes, you don't have to think too much about it, and with Ben Bo as a "model" by your side, the shaping speed will definitely be very fast.
Just in time, the hard work of the day can be ended after the shaping is completed.
Angel came to the experimental table and was about to start shaping, but when he saw the "colorful slime"-like Orha steel on the experimental table, his expression suddenly froze.
No, why is there an extra line?
I saw a small dark pattern on the place he had previously enchanted. At first glance, these patterns seemed to come with the "Colorful Slime", but when I looked closely, I found that they were similar to the patterns of the nightmare enchantment next to it.
Almost exactly the same.
It's just that the pattern of nightmare enchantment is "clear pattern", while it is "dark pattern".
This situation also happened to Angel before when he was refining the sorrow.
Could it be——
Angel's pupils shrank and he had a guess in his mind.
Next to him, Uncle Ben was still muttering about Pu Fan's possible reaction when he received the eye plastic surgery: "Every time it lands in the Crystal Plain of Dreams, it will have to see my eyes, and my eyes will accompany him.
Go online and become his nightmare!"
"When I think about such a development, I can't help but want to write a script to celebrate it."
Angel: "Is it possible that it doesn't actually need to use an eyeball login device? You can also choose other login devices. After all, login devices are very cheap now."
Uncle Ben was stunned: "..."
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Angel: "Also, I feel like there is no chance of shaping into eyeballs today..."
Ben Bo: "Huh?"
Uncle Ben didn't react at first, but after a moment he suddenly realized something, and the horizontal lines in his pupils turned into trembling waves!
Ben Bo's eyes burst into violent joy, and he wanted to express something, but Angel interrupted: "Whether the specific characteristics appear depends on whether I can see the corresponding emotional memory."
Uncle Ben suppressed his excitement and said, "Okay, you watch first, and I'll talk to the main body about the situation here."
Angel nodded, his eyes fixed on the quiet dark lines extending from the lines of nightmare enchantment.
Whether there is any feedback on emotional memory depends on this time.
Angel controlled his mental power and slowly explored the dark pattern.
The moment his mental power touched the dark pattern, a familiar feeling of detachment appeared, and Angel felt as if his thoughts were being pulled away from his body.
Then he sank into a deep, silent sea.
Consciousness keeps sinking...sinking...
During the entire process, Angel could easily break free and return his consciousness to normal. But he had a vague feeling that once he broke free, the "deep sea" would also break, and this break would be irreversible.
In other words, after Angel broke free, this [emotion extraction] was tantamount to failure.
Not to mention the follow-up [love feedback].
Therefore, Angel did not dare to make any movement during the sinking process, and allowed the "current" and "undercurrent" to push him into the unknown abyss...
He didn't know how long he had been sinking. When Angel found that the surroundings were surrounded by mist, he knew that he had entered the memory space.
However, compared to previous flamenco memories, the fog here is obviously thicker.
Although Angel only came to the memory space for the second time, a lot of information was like inspiration, and he could vaguely know it as long as he came into contact with it.
For example, if there is no accident, the surrounding fog should be the "wear and tear" of the memory space.
The more brand-new the memory space is, the less fog there is around it.
On the contrary, the longer time goes by, the more fog there will be.
This is the same as ordinary people's memory. The memory of something that just happened is very clear, and even some details can be remembered; but if it is a long-term memory, it is considered good to be able to remember the main body.
In the same way, the same is true for memory space. The longer it takes, it will slowly wear out until it is completely dissipated.
"It seems that it is best to choose the latest relics. In this case, the memory space will at least be clearer?" Angel thought to himself.
Then he looked at the surrounding fog.
If nothing unexpected happens, the main body of the memory space will appear soon.
Sure enough, a moment later, Angel saw a vague outline behind the fog directly ahead——
A huge figure was confronting another shadow in a space that was about to be shattered.
Because the fog is too thick, the picture is extremely unclear, but one of the figures should be the "Muddy Spring" of the Ersi tribe, and the other figure looks like a member of the Rongshi tribe.
They seemed to be talking about something, but Angel couldn't hear clearly.
This also made Angel understand that the thicker the fog, not only the picture becomes more difficult to see clearly, but even the voice of the person speaking becomes blurred.
Fortunately, although he couldn't hear their conversation clearly, Angel could still vaguely guess some of the story lines from the pictures...
The picture keeps changing, but the protagonists are still Qingquan and a member of the Rongshi tribe. Because there is a purple gem between the eyebrows of this Rongshi tribe, let's call it "Purple" for the time being.
Qingquan and Zi seem to have met many times in the mirror space. One wants to maintain the stability of the mirror space, while the other wants to break the space to create gems. Naturally, they form an opposition.
Moreover, maybe they are of the same generation, and the mirror spaces they frequent are very similar, so they meet very often.
However, from the scenes that have appeared so far, Hunquan and Zi are completely enemies.
But as the battle raged, the relationship between the two seemed to have undergone some subtle changes.
Not love.
It's more like a sympathy between heroes.
Although we are enemies, it does not mean that our souls cannot share the same frequency.
At least Angel saw a pair of fighting enemies in the current scene, and his soul resonated with them.
However, this did not make them let go of each other. When they met, they still kept killing each other. They even had a consensus: they must kill each other or die at the hands of the other.
But in the end, Zi died first, not at the hands of Qingquan, but in the internal fighting of the Rongshi clan.
By chance, Hunquan met Zi who was about to die.
Before Zi died, he gave the purple gem between his eyebrows to Qingquan, hoping that he could take it to the Kingdom of Glorious Stone and give it to Zi's brother.
Qingquan agreed.
But it was precisely because of this incident that Hunquan fell into a state of despair.
...I don’t know how this matter got spread.
Even though Qingquan is a hero, his collusion with the enemy still arouses excitement among the people. The most important thing is that the identity of "Zi" seems to be a bit subtle, and the Rongshi tribe and the Ersi tribe have had many conversations.
Angel is not sure what the content of the conversation was, but the final result was...
Qingquan was regarded as a target, pushed to the front desk, and sentenced to death.